We represent destruction nigga Death,
mayhem, murder and madness nigga
You try me you gon' die
You try the squad you gon' die
Pourin' up, drank, sippin' water, by the pain
Rich nigga, I buy you my friendship with the pain
My bougie bitch be actin' like she loyal but she ain't
Fell in love with a hood rat and she wild stank
My brother down the road with a stendo on his shank
Feel like I can do whatever,
never say I can't
I won't move out my emotions, I'ma always think
Track her on his car,
catch him at the lighted bank
I'm an east side nigga with a bankroll
Used to call this country down,
want no gun smoke
I'm with the * but count money more fun though
All the ops say they hard,
why they run for?
All these choppers I can open up a gun store
Realest street I ain't going for the guts though
Give you cash money I can't get no fucks though
Bud shots hit his stomach now his guts gone
Walk that nigga down,
walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down,
walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down,
walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down
Put your man down,
better not make a sound
Brand new diamond back and they hold a hundred rounds
I ain't hit no kids cause I walk my man down I won't hit no kids,
I'ma walk my man down
AK or the SK Late night, broad day
2-3 change your heart rate Niggas softer than a parfait
Used to serve in the hallway Niggas sold me a bag,
it was out of shape
Caught him back like I won't ache Thought I came to shop but it was all tape
Pussy, you know what I'm on,
pussy You only tough on the camera phone,
pussy I ain't finna rob you,
get your gamble on,
pussy Y'all the type of niggas we put hammers on, pussy
Beef about a bitch,
you a tender, dead rookie I can't even cap his baby mama's *, Gucci
A mirror jean stuffed with them blues,
I took it I took it, used to sell the gas,
now I'm selling all cookie
Walk that nigga down,
walk that nigga down,
walk that nigga down,
walk that nigga down,
walk that nigga down,
walk that nigga down,
walk that nigga down
Put your man down,
then I make a sound Brand new diamond back in that hole a hundred
rounds I ain't hit no kids cause I walk my man down
I won't hit no kids,
I'ma walk my man down
This hood * don't matter But when my nigga die, somebody gotta answer
Told him put his gun down And he didn't make it to another November
Told my boy to leave town But he don't have the bread to really leave
the gutter And I'm starting to wonder
Gotta find ways to not go under
Bro wants to kill again Told him he'd pay *,
you don't kill civilians
No drop will come back out if it's raining
Now we don't pray for war
But if it comes,
niggas know what we built for
Niggas know what we built for
Shootouts in the winter
Broke up bigger Finally came home, but to no real niggas
Just ice and liquor
His old girl, but he don't miss her
He ain't the same,
he can't be with her
Tell me how to cope,
right?
So many dead friends,
you pray this for the whole night
Tell me how to grow,
right?
Locked in a cell and you're hearing that your bro died
New state of mind If a nigga trips,
don't waste no time
Stay alive, stay alive We spinning these niggas claim the crown
Bro wants to kill again Don't be patient these poor civilians
The trap will come by God,
by God We'll trim it, we'll never miss
We'll never miss
Bro wants to kill again,
told M.B.
Pacey don't kill civilians
The trap will come back out if it's written in
Now we don't pray for war,
but if it comes niggas know what we built for
Niggas know what we're built for